Oops. I fell into another fandom.

By the way I was working on this WAY before the announcement of the TV movie (I'M SO EXCITED I CANT EVEN WHAT?!) I just finally decided it was ready to show the world. By the way, Zim and Dib are the boys that started the Fanfiction train for me. So thank (or blame) them.

PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS. If you don't, and then get mad later, I will direct you to gaze upon my field of fucks for it is barren.

This story has ZADR

These guys are probably OOC (but...you know, when you try to make Invader Zim serious, I feel it naturally happens *insert at least you tried meme here*)

This story has a shit ton of OCs (who are kind of important but they will not have POVs. Also, as another note, the two most important OCs have been taken from a story I wrote a hundred years ago on my super old account. But, really, they mostly just share the same names.)

This story will have SMUT (eventually.)

This story touches on some sensitive subjects, like prejudice and politics. (And the politics are very much based on real life events. How this story blew up to those proportions I haven't a faintest clue. Maybe I'm venting.)

I think I covered everything that's trigger worthy. No promises.

By the way, I worked my ass off on this story. I did research. I re-watched episodes. I rewrote some parts at least three times before I was okay with them, then I had to restructure the whole thing. Bottom line, I'm proud of this. If you disagree, well...

Anyways, enough of the boring shit. On with the story!

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INTERSTELLAR SERIES PART ONE

POLARIS

Chapter One

Seventeen year old Dib Membrane honestly wondered why he even bothered with school anymore. He was without a doubt the only human among his classmates with any brains, and often times found himself banging his head against his desk in frustration because of this fact. He was surrounded by idiots. Blind, ignorant idiots.

Also, the fact that everyone still called him crazy didn't help things. However at least he could pin that on someone else; the very person who was the reason he didn't pack his bag and move to Roswell or something.

Six years. It had been six years since Zim had come to Earth. Six years since the Irken had walked into his sixth grade class, changing his life forever. Six years of shouting, fist fights, space battles, and many, many attempts to best the other.

Dib sighed to himself, slumping in his seat. He stopped caring about exposing Zim a long time ago. As he grew older, he realized that proving alien life existed wasn't really what was important. No. What was important was stopping Zim from his convoluted plots to take over Earth. He still found reasons to sneak into the Irken's base (mostly for sabotage), but even that was unnecessary most of the time. Almost all of Zim's plans were, for lack of a better word, stupid. Where in the past Zim's ideas went fifty-fifty between obnoxiously ridiculous to may actually destroy all of mankind if allowed to succeed, these day Zim's plans were just…stupid. Creative. But stupid.

Dib was starting to wonder if Zim was even trying anymore.

Dib tapped his mechanical pencil against his notebook as the rest of the class rolled in. Most of his classmates ignored him these days (a product of him starting to ignore them.) Those that didn't made a point to greet him with the usual "freak" and "loser." Dib had long since become quite numb to it all. Just one more year, he told himself. After this year he wouldn't have to deal with any of these people again. Well, most of them.

His and Zim's relationship (again, for lack of a better word) had changed slightly. As of late it was more of a competition – Zim gloating about his latest plot and Dib going out of his way to stop him. It felt more like a game now than an actual battle for Earth.

"Um…Excuse me?" said a voice about him. He looked up to see a rather pretty girl with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had on an olive green jacket with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt. The shirt caught his attention, as it had a bright red Rebel Alliance logo on it. She was also wearing a rather long necklace with a strange triangular charm on it.

He looked up at her face again, watching as she pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She gave him a large smile. "Is anyone sitting here?" she asked, indicating the empty desk next to Dib. Dib rose a brow. No one ever wanted to sit next to the crazy kid.

"You're not from around here, are you?" he asked bluntly.

The girl shook her head. "Nope. Just moved here. You know the whole my mom got a job transfer thing." She held out her hand and continued to smile. "I'm Midge Cuppari."

Dib didn't shake her hand. He merely stared at her incredulously. "You don't want to do this," he assured her.

Midge's brow furrowed. "Do what?"

"Sit next me," answered Dib. "Or associate with me in anyway. You'll be committing social suicide."

Midge suddenly looked very annoyed. "Seriously?"

Dib let his eyes dart around the room. He could see the malicious stares and hear the snickers and whispers. "Look, trust me, you-,"

"Too late," Midge said, plopping down into the desk. There was a bright grin on her face. Dib eyed the empty desk in front of him. He really had tried to warn her.

"You're going to regret this," Dib told her in a sing-song voice.

Midge looked genuinely confused. Dib ignored it, beginning to count down on his fingers.

Three, two, one…

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" rang a maniacal laughter as the owner walked into the classroom. He'd gotten taller over the years, but Dib's growth spurt had outdone the Irken's. Zim barely came up to his chest.

"Zim." The usual greeting. Tone full of disdain. Eyes narrowed in a heated glare.

"Hello, Dib," Zim replied. His expression was smug. That was never a good thing. "I trust you slept well?"

Dib gritted his teeth. Of course he hadn't slept well. He had been up all night dealing with Zim's dozen of mutant fungi. Apparently GIR got a hold of that awful Super Mario Bros. movie. Or something. Sometimes Dib just tuned Zim out when he ranted.

"Zim," Dib growled, rising from his seat. "What are you up to this time?"

Dib always got a sick sense of satisfaction whenever he stood to his full height. It was extremely amusing, the way Zim's face contorted in rage.

"You will never know, Dib-worm," Zim shouted. "Zim has the perfect plan for your demise." He strode over to Dib, obviously trying to adjust his stance to appear taller. "Yes! Your demise will be spectacular! And then this planet with BURN! BURN I SAY!"

"It won't happen, Zim," Dib told him. There wasn't a lot of space between them, but Dib was used to that. He sort of found it entertaining to try to find the ruby orbs that hid behind Zim's lilac contacts. "I'll stop you, just like I always do."

There was a pause, a silent contest. It was filled with tension and anger. Dib had long realized that he didn't hate Zim. Did Zim make him angry? Definitely. Was Zim still the enemy? Absolutely. But Dib stopped hating Zim as soon as he gave up on capturing him. In a very disturbing sense, Dib needed Zim. For some sort of social interaction. For his sanity. To have some sort of purpose to keep him going.

His mind went to a dark place for a second. What would have happened to him if Zim had never appeared in his life?

"Just fuck already!" someone shrieked from the crowd of teenagers. It made both Dib and Zim jerk their heads toward the unidentifiable voice. Dib rolled his eyes. These people were so mature.

"Who dares command Zim?!" Zim screamed, jumping on his desk. "Who dares interfere in my plans to destroy the Dib-beast?!"

"Um," a meek voice spoke from Dib's other side. He'd actually forgotten about Midge. Her blue eyes were darting between the two of them. Dib silently shook his head at her, begging her not to interfere. It went unseen. "You're just staring at him. How is that destroying him?"

Dib tensed, watching Zim and Midge carefully. This was it. This girl was going to be the first of Zim's brutal murders. And Dib wouldn't know whether to blame himself or Midge for opening her mouth.

"SILENCE!" Zim yelled, pointing a shaking finger at the blonde. "Do not question my brilliance you…small…yellow-haired…GOON!"

Midge stared at Zim for a minute, looking baffled. Then she began to laugh. Dib could see the irritation in Zim's face. He'd seen that look directed at him plenty of times.

"Small, yellow-haired goon," Midge repeated with a grin. "Never been called that before."

"Do I amuse you, small human?" Zim demanded, glaring daggers at Midge. "You dare laugh in the face of Zim?!"

Before Zim could exact his vengeance, the teacher walked into the classroom. Zim threw Dib one last hateful look before they sat down in their seats.

Dib honestly didn't understand. If Zim felt he was so superior, why even bother trying to fit in? Why go to school or partake in…any of the things he did?

The class ended without much more excitement, minus Zim laughing again. The only difference today was the new girl, Midge. She waved to him and smiled as she went off to a locker across the hall.

Something really wasn't right about that.

It only got weirder when Dib arrived to his next class. He found Midge there as well, already sitting in the desk next to his. She beamed as he approached, hesitating to take his seat.

"Seriously, is this some sort of trick?" Dib asked her, his paranoia setting in. "Is someone paying you, or am I being punked?"

Midge rose a brow, looking mildly concerned. "Does that happen often?"

Dib shrugged. "In case you haven't noticed, no one really talks to me. Well, except to insult me."

"That one kid talks to you," Midge mentioned lightly.

"Did you hear the part 'except to insult me?'" Dib replied, finally sitting down. "Besides, that's different. He's kind of my arch-nemesis."

Midge blinked at him. "I feel like 'arch-nemesis' is something that shouldn't be a 'kind of.'"

Dib frowned at her, suddenly feeling like he said too much. He didn't know why he bothered. Whoever this girl was, and whatever her motivation was, Dib was sure that it would only be a matter of time before she realized her mistake in trying to talk to him and join the social norm. "Never mind," he said. "Forget I said anything."

Midge rose a brow. "You say some other kid is your 'arch-nemesis' and you expect me not to want details?"

Dib shook his head. He knew better than to try to convince anyone anymore. "You wouldn't understand." More like you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Dib was now looking at his History text book, but he could feel Midge's gaze on him. Seriously, he was trying to be nice, but she really wasn't taking the hint. Dib didn't have friends. He'd accepted that several years ago.

"Why's that guy's skin green anyway?" Midge asked suddenly.

Dib shifted uncomfortably. He felt his eleven year old self want to scream out, "He's an alien! Can't you see that?!" But, he choked the words down. The last thing he needed was another trip to the Crazy House for Boys.

"He has a skin condition," Dib answered. His eleven year old self was probably vomiting at this point. He glanced at Midge for a moment. She looked...skeptical. Why would she be skeptical? It wasn't like she had any reason not to believe the ridiculous lie that Zim had everyone else believing.

"Is that also why he doesn't have a nose? Or ears?"

Dib stared. No one else had ever questioned the "skin condition" besides himself. For the smallest of moments, he considered leaning over and telling her the truth. Once again, he shook it off. This had to be some sort of trick. He would not give in.

Luckily, he didn't have to answer as the second class of the day began. This was one of the classes he didn't have with Zim, and he always found himself uneasy. He didn't like it when Zim was out of his sight. If the alien tried something it would be too late. So, the last thing he needed was so random girl bothering him.

His paranoia heightened as the day went on. Midge was in every one of his classes, and insisted on sitting next to him every time. She even sat at his table during lunch. She would chatter away, no matter how disinterested Dib appeared. He manage to catch that her mother was a surgeon who suddenly got transferred to the local hospital, but honestly he didn't really care.

There were a couple of times that Zim would come over and start the usual fight. In the past this had been enough to steer people away (if they didn't already avoid him due to his reputation.) However, this didn't even phase Midge. She would just stand there quietly, watching their argument like a tennis match. Dib really didn't understand. What was this girl's deal?

By the end of the day, Dib was anxious and had every intention of hacking every corner of the Internet to figure out who this girl was and where she came from.

There had been a few times in the past where people pretended to want to be his friend, mostly when he was forced to do group projects. They would be as sweet as could be, merely to get Dib to do all the work. Then, once it was over, they were back to being horrible and cruel. On the bright side, Dib never had to worry about his GPA taking a hit. These people could be so stupid.

"Hey, Dib, wait up!" Midge called as the exited the school building. Dib tried increasing his pace, but Midge was quick. "Hey, I was wondering, since we have all the same classes maybe we could study together some time? Also I noticed you are way better at math than I am and-,"

"Stop. Just stop. I don't know what your deal is but I'm not interested," Dib said flatly. He was ending this charade now. A very small part of him told him he shouldn't jump to conclusions, because Midge was definitely new, seeing as he had never seen her before. But he felt he had every right to be on guard, considering the circumstances. She'd followed him around like a lost puppy all day. Why'd she choose him, anyway? Surely she had to see how everyone else hated him? Obviously, something was up.

Midge scowled. "I'm sorry?"

"Look, whether you're working for Zim, or...someone else, or you're some other alien trying to bait me in-," he froze, realizing his slip up. Midge just looked at him in confusion. "Look, I'm not buying it, okay?"

Midge continued to stare at him, her big, blue eyes wide. Then she looked down and nodded. She looked like Dib had just crushed all her dreams. "Oh, okay," she said quietly. Dib felt something twist in his chest. "I just…I'm sorry. It's just I'm new and I saw you had a Mysterious Mysteries shirt on…" She shook her head. She actually looked like she might cry. "Never mind. I'm sorry. I won't bother you anymore."

"Wait, wait," Dib said. Damn his bleeding heart. Not to mention the girl had mentioned his t-shirt. "You...like Mysterious Mysteries?" The show had long since be cancelled. He wasn't even aware anyone remembered it once existed.

Midge looked up at him for a moment before looking back at her shoes. She fiddled with the sleeve of her jacket. "Yeah," she replied with a shrug. "I mean, some of the episodes at way too far-fetched and I sort of end up laughing at them, but I used to watch it all the time as a kid."

Dib continued to stare. That actually sounded like a sincere answer. "What episodes?"

Midge's expression brightened. "Like the one where they were in Dracula's castle?"

Dib remembered that episode, and he couldn't help but snort at the memory. He felt a foreign flutter of excitement. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he shared something in common with someone. "Yeah. I think they were sort of getting desperate at that point."

Midge smile was back full force. "Totally." She adjusted her messenger bag, her expression becoming thoughtful. "Did you say something about an alien earlier?"

Dib had seriously hoped Midge had just brushed that off. "What? No! Don't be ridiculous! Just a figure of speech! Nope! No aliens here!"

Midge looked the strangest combination of amused and baffled. "Right… Anyways, I have the whole series downloaded on my computer," she said brightly. "How about you help me with Calculus and I share the wealth?"

It sounded wonderful. It sound almost normal. It sounded too good to be true. It probably was, now that Dib stopped to think about it. However, he was reminded that his priorities were elsewhere tonight, anyway.

"Can't tonight," he said, actually feeling a little disappointed.

"Oh, yeah," Midge said with a lopsided grin. " 'Arch nemesis' called you out."

Dib didn't like her use of air quotes. "…Yeah."

Midge shrugged. "Alright then," she said. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and began tapping at it. "Is it alright if I get your number?"

Dib hesitated. So far this girl didn't seem to be a real threat, but he was still wary. However, maybe sticking close and keeping an eye on her was the best bet. "Sure."

"Great!" She typed away as Dib rambled off his cell phone number. "I'll text you so you can have my number, too." Her gaze shifted suddenly to the right, blinking. "Your arch nemesis is here."

Without a thought, Dib whirled around, seeing Zim staring at him and Midge. He looked particularly annoyed before stomping over and pointing at the blonde.

"YOU!" he yelled, pushing between the two of them. "What do you want with the Dib-creature?!"

Midge stared. Even though Zim was several inches taller than her, she didn't appear intimidated. Just perplexed. "Um…"

"Do not lie to me, yellow worm-baby!" Zim continued, poking Midge in the head.

"Ouch!"

"Leave her alone, Zim," Dib ordered. He honestly didn't care why Zim was interrogating Midge. Zim did weird things all the time.

Zim turned around, getting right into Dib's face. "I don't think you're taking this seriously, Dib," he said darkly. "You cannot afford any distractions! When I unleash my latest plan, you will not have time to blink! You will perish with your eyes drying from their sockets as your precious planet burns around you. HAHAHAHA!"

Dib looked over Zim's head at Midge, whose face made Dib think she was either trying not to laugh or thinking about running away. He caught her gaze and mouthed, "Sorry." He yelped as he felt his head being tugged down.

"Look at me when I threaten your life, Dib-stink!" Zim shouted. "Gaze in terror at the greatness that is ZIM!"

"Zim, let go of my hair!" Dib demanded.

He was ignored as Zim turned back to Midge. "And you, you vile…BANANA! You are in way over your head! You have no clue with whom you are dealing! I am Zim! The great and powerful! And you will learn to fear me just as the Dib does!"

Dib frowned. "I'm not afraid of you-,"

"SILENCE!" Zim shouted, turning back to Dib. His rage filled expression twisted, becoming a dangerously confident smirk. Dib felt his heart rate increase as he glared in return. "It appears that you have acquired a new ally, Dib. However, you will find that it will make no difference! My plan is flawless this time! You might as well give yourself up to me, now, and save yourself the humiliation."

Dib continued to glare. It didn't matter that he knew this plan was possible far from flawless. That it was very likely just as stupid and easily defeated as all the others. It didn't matter that it was most likely not worth his time. No. That wasn't how their game worked. Challenges were never disregarded, and threats were met with ultimate defiance.

"Never," Dib growled, getting annoyed by the stupid smirk on Zim's face. He wanted to smack it right off his face. He wanted to attack Zim with everything he had, if only to get him to stop looking so fucking smug. He hated that look. He hated how Zim's voice became low and feral when he was being particularly threatening. He hated how close they were right now. He hated how his entire being lit up, how adrenaline rushed through his veins, how he suddenly had the insane urge to...

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. He smashed that down like he was playing Whack-A-Mole, like he always did when such thoughts popped up. It was just from repressed hormones and years of loneliness, after all.

Zim hadn't seemed to notice that Dib's train of thought had diverted temporarily. He finally took a step back, and a rush of cold air hit Dib's cheeks. The Irken was still smirking viciously.

"Very well, Dib-stink!" Zim announced. "You have sealed your fate! I will warn you now, that you and your puny planet don't stand a GHOST of a CHANCE!" He cackled madly again, nearly skipping down the sidewalk. Dib watched him go, growling in aggravation.

"He's the jealous type, huh?" He heard Midge say, breaking him from his angry stupor. When he realized what she said, he gave her a very pointed glare.

"I am not going to dignify that with a response," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

Midge just shrugged. "Meh. Whatever," she replied. Her nonchalance really annoyed him. "So, raincheck on the Mysterious Mysteries marathon?"

Dib almost forgot about that. "Yeah. Duty calls."

Midge waved her hand dismissively. "No prob. I can just go to the library or something."

Dib nodded, not sure what else to say. He checked his wrist watch, groaning when he realized he'd miss his usual bus home. He cursed his towns DPS. Apparently being sent to the Crazy House more than once made it very difficult to get a drivers license. "I gotta get home," he told Midge.

"Alright. See ya," she said, waving as she walked away. "Good luck saving the world!"

Dib wasn't sure if she was being sincere or sarcastic. Honestly, he didn't care. He'd figure out what was up with the new girl later.

For now, he had a psychotic alien to stop.

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